baddest witch on the block.

INDEPENDENT WUYA

[yiq]

pokemon au sketches that i forgot about because they ug

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yes good.

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             dig up the bones but leave the soul alone.

[wearydeer]

the heylin hotties

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        ` NO CLOSER, PUP. these cats are hungry. `

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ARES.

       WELL THAT EXPLAINS A LOT and by simply watching her conjure a table and champagne ares’ grin is growing even wider. she most certainly was not the typical mortal woman and that meant there was fun to be had. 

“eat? well i’ve always been a steak person myself. lamb too” any other kinds of red meat in truth. at request for his name he paused, considering whether he should answer truthfully or continue to allude her for a moment. “ares. a good name if i say so myself.”

        ` IS YOUR NAME meant to be only an allusion or are you the real deal? `

        wuya knows of the gods of many cultures... though she’s yet to meet any until now. with another wave of her hand, lamb chops appear on his plate. she cuts into her steak, smiles at him deviously and bites into one of the bite-sized pieces of her steak. setting her fork and knife down, she swirls the champagne in her glass and takes a sip. a red mark from her lipstick is left on the edge of the glass.

        if he truly is the infamous god of war, she can find ways for him to be useful in her goal for world conquest. the heylin witch is attracted to that kind of power, after all, she’s good at picking out the strongest people from the crowd. only this time, he approached her... rather than the other way around.

        ` well, ares, i suppose i should return the favor. call me wuya. `

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CHASE.

          if only he could swallow her whole; soul and all. would           it be redemption? a plea to lift the damned curse on his           life? no, it would be an act of dominance. but she is too            bright; she will not let him sleep.            the metallic tang of blood clouds his concentration. wuya            prods at the demon behind bars, cruel and unafraid. she is           a temptress, one he wishes he could easily rip apart at the           moment, but chase knows better than to give in. he is silent           as she digs her thumb into his softened, injured jaw; his eyes            golden and aflame.           her words are ignored. clawed fingers smooth over a soft           throat, piercing gaze meeting an equally intimidating one            as their egos butt heads in such close proximity. chase            needs not speak to convey fear. it is ingrained into him.            natural order demands the survival of the fittest. monster            that he is, he doesn’t really fall into a tier. it’s unfair to the            mortals, after all. but this is no act of dominance. he does            not own wuya. elongated canines peek when he smiles a            smile akin to the devil himself. pressed flush against the            witch, he is quiet when he kisses her. humane.            for a moment longer– he is weak. and he knows. “i need no-           thing more than a distraction.” and you will do plenty. his claws           are not gentle; they draw blood, but killing wuya is the second           to last thing on his mind. 

        ISN’T THIS QUITE the change of character?

        their mouths press together warmly, chase’s claws digging into her skin and hot blood running down the length of her arm. wuya cannot say she enjoys it, but she cannot say she hates it either. it’s amusing how eager chase is to prove that he is the alpha. the top cat. she draws from the kiss and laughs, though she is admittedly a little breathless.

        ` am i only a distraction to you? tell the truth. `

        this time, she kisses him. her grip on his chin is firm, unbreakable. tongue drags along his bottom lip before she bites down hard enough to draw his own blood with her sharp canines. it is punishment. wuya tears away from him with a blood-stained grin, shakes his reptilian hand from her arm and disappears from sight, back to the fortress.

        finally, she allows heat to flood to her cheeks, her mind addled with confusion. what a way to assert his power! it even leaves her heart pounding.

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HANDSOME.

      SHE HAS A PRESENCE about her - something very distinct. clearly not a woman that is SEARCHING for herself. she knows who she is, and what she wants. fortunately for him she also seems like she’s open to having a little fun on whatever goal she’s headed for. smirking ares titled his head. 

                         “dinner? i can think of far more fun ways to spend a night - but dinner it is.”

        ` OH, DON’T WORRY. we’ll get to that soon enough. `

        a snap of her fingers, green sparks fly from the tips of those digits and only a few feet away does a dinner table appear, two champagne glasses and a bottle of said champagne sitting in the middle.

        ` tell me, what do you like to eat? ` green eyes glitter as she walks to the table, pouring champagne into both glasses before she takes a seat. ` and also tell me one other thing --- your name. ` a wave of her hand, and her plate is filled with a tender filet mignon.

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HANDSOME.

         his brow quirks and a small smirk forms along his features. it was always nice to find another who had the same disregard for things that the mortals found sacred. and seeing as those churches had replaced his own places of worship - well he had no qualms about it. 

                          “only if you’re INTERESTED. in which case i am.”

        RED HAIR CURLS around a slender finger as she considers him for a moment. bare feet make no noise when she walks to him, tips of her fingers brushing across the broadness of his chest. the thrum of his heart remains the same. ah, so he’s got himself together. most men would fall to their knees at her touch. she likes that he’s strong.

        ` i can’t say i’m opposed to the idea. but at least take me to dinner first. `

[yung-silicone]

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if ur character is a big powerful man god person chances are wuya wants to smang it :|

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bloodthirstygod CONTINUED FROM THIS ASK.

        ` I CAN’T SAY that i have. `

        a smile tugs upon painted lips. what a strange thing to ask, but amusing all the same. wuya has never set foot in a church with the intent to do anything but destroy it. it’s in her nature to demolish places that bring peace and harmony, as she is nothing but wicked.

        ` are you offering? `

[blackgirlsvevo]

1 (800) TRY ME

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“zach dont make a pokémon au for wuya”

you dont own me

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“Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it.”

        ` OH? I CERTAINLY hope you aren’t one of those men. `

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game of thrones █║│♛

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“Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not.” “Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?” “Fear cuts deeper than swords.” “Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.” “When you play a game of thrones you win or you die.” “Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it.” “The things we love destroy us every time.” “Nothing burns like the cold.” “Laughter is poison to fear.” “Give me honourable enemies rather than ambitious ones, and I’ll sleep more easily by night.” “Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you.” “A bruise is a lesson… and each lesson makes us better.” “The man who fears losing has already lost.” “A lord must learn that sometimes words can accomplish what swords cannot.” “The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true.” “A true man does what he will, not what he must.” “A ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is.” “Minds are like swords; the old ones go to rust.” “He was no dragon. Fire cannot kill a dragon.”  ”Only a man who’s been burned knows what hell is truly like.“ ”Do the dead frighten you?“ ”In life, the monsters win.“ ”Everyone who isn’t us is an enemy.“ ”There are things to be learned even from the dead.“ ”A lion doesn’t concern itself with the opinion of sheep.“ ”How do you fight someone if you can’t hit them?“ ”A man who sees nothing has no use for his eyes.“ ”We have won a battle, not a war" “Poison is a coward’s weapon.”

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CHASE.

          oh, he would never put himself up to holing up the most           powerful witch in the history of mankind only to run away           as a coward would. no, chase young knew what he was            getting himself into the day he resurrected wuya’s body.            he was aiming to control what he thought he had deserved.            what he didn’t calculate was the fact he’d be paying in his           own damned blood– and the cold, hard truth of realizing that           his gut instinct to fear the heylin witch wasn’t just an illusion.           this little sparring session was more than enough for chase            to gauge her true potential for being a threat to his immortal           life, as funny as it sounds.           and begrudgingly enough, though he would never admit it aloud–           the stakes were pretty high against him. the longer they fight, the           more it seems that he is just aiding in her warm-ups, though he           doesn’t wilt in strength or physical prowess. nonetheless, chase            young unfortunately has limits to his stability in keeping his hu-            man form under dire stress… and this was indeed a stressful             moment for him; in realizing that there was now an equal ( or,             more than likely, greater ) force in this world to challenge him.            blood is spit onto the ground in a spiteful manner before chase            backs off on his own. already, his right hand is taking form of            a beast’s own– but he is smart in hiding it with his armor.             “enough,” he calls out, touching his sore and bruised jaw.             a hand runs through his wind-swept hair with a sigh. “come             down here.”

        WUYA OBEYS, JUST this once, landing gracefully on her feet before him. the broken rib is already repairing itself, she can feel it, but the pain is nothing new. it does not bother her, nor do the bruises that litter her dark skin. he seems more worn down than she. amusing. slender digits brush across the bruise on his jaw, thumb pressing down against it cruelly for a moment.

        there’s the look of an animal in his eyes. she does not have to see the transformation of his hand to know something is wrong.

        ` you haven’t taken your medicine, chase. tut, tut. naughty! `

        the witch turns her head over her shoulder, peering up at the volcano which disappears through the clouds above. a hand runs through her fiery mane. wuya steps in closer, reaches for the hand he hides so expertly. the feeling of scaly skin does not bother her, nor do the claws that dig into her own flesh.

        ` let’s get you home, hmm? we can’t have a wild animal on the loose. `

[crooked-queen]

whoever said that reincarnation was romantic, never picked eighteenth century gravel from their teeth; call bruises birthmarks [i still remember you] first, we were god’s children, and i wore my birth like peach and pink; you sunk your teeth into me, a sinner. in this one, you were the serpent and i mistook an apple for glory. i stared down the line of your pointed finger,  realized, your rib is the worst part of me. in another legend, you were a monster and i was a lady who understood your growl as a song. we were beasts, and this was our beckoning, until i rose too high on your bramble throne and called down to you, ‘eat your heart out’ but you ate mine instead. in the next century,  i was a queen and you were my knight made of iron and shadows, reached out and caught me on the hilt of your sword, traitorous and trembling and as i lay dying you laughed and said, ‘a lion’s heart still belongs to a lion.‘  i met you again in a twenties speakeasy; and your grin cut like bones [what did caesar remember when he saw brutus at the gates of hell?] i pulled my gun, but you were too fast, wrote my death until i was all blood-soaked diamonds and feathers. [the answer is everything.] tonight, the room thrums and you hoist me up against a dirty wall, kissing each other’s necks with knives to the back of them. in every lifetime, i love you. in every lifetime, this makes you laugh.

bad blood || naiche lizzette (via crooked-queen)